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Honeysuckle
by Melina Raven Maness DieboldI remember walking
to my grandmother's
through the greengrass
with it's diamonddew eyes
shining back, well-trained
and acute
I can still feel
the breeze
singing it's honeysuckle hymn
pleading me
to partake
of that sweet nectar
So I walked to the honeysuckle
and pulled a blossom
and put the nectar
to my lips
and tasted
(still can taste)
the springtime hidden there 04/29/2002 Posted on 04/29/2002
Copyright © 2024 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/07/03 at 07:47 PM I find it curious how we associate people we feel strongly about through smells and tastes... great verse that brings a touch of spring to the soul this autumn. |
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